Russo Saga Collection

by Nicolina Martin

  “I know what you’re doing,” she whimpers.

  “And what is that?”

  “You’re trying to trick me.”

  “Well, clever girl. Is it working then?”

  “So far,” she gasps.

  “What happens here, then?” I ask as I caress the front of her thighs, upward, until the tips of my fingers rest against the fabric of her shorts. “Still working?”

  She tenses.

  “I’m not him, Anna. You know me. Well, you don’t, but you do. You know me better than anyone. Do you trust me?”

  “Maybe,” she whispers.

  “Well now, that’s a huge step forward.” My thumbs caress the silky inside of her thighs, just brushing past her apex.

  She bucks and fists the sheet.

  “Sit up.”

  She obeys immediately. Such a good girl. We’ll work on her submission, but she’s well on her way, all on her own. I sit down in front of her on the bed, crossing my legs. Her eyes are dark as they scan my face, they express so much. Pain. Worry. Want.

  “Unbutton my shirt.”

  After a moment of hesitation, she shuffles a little closer, sits down on her heels and undoes the top button while she doesn’t let go of my gaze.

  “Go on.”

  She moves to the next. I put my hands on her knees, and a jolt runs through her. I nod for her to continue. When she’s finally done, my shirt falls open. I squeeze her thighs with a little more force, moving my hands up and down along the soft, warm skin.

  “Put your hand over my heart.”

  She trembles but does what I say. I gasp when her palm connects with my naked skin.

  “You’ve got chest hair,” she says.

  I laugh. “Yeah.”

  “It’s blond.”

  “Mm-hmm. Take off my shirt.”

  She puts her other hand on my chest as well and lets them disappear under the fabric as she pushes the shirt over my shoulders until it falls. She gasps and her hand darts out to touch my right shoulder.

  “Oh my God, what happened to you?”

  I glance at the deep indentation and the broad, creased scar. “An axe.”

  “What?”

  “I have more scars. Wanna explore them?”

  “You tricky bastard.”

  I laugh and shrug off the shirt entirely. “And here I thought you didn’t notice.”

  She grins. “You’re not that clever.”

  I raise my eyebrows and lean in, capturing her lips.

  “Lay your arms around me,” I mumble in her mouth, and fuck yes, she does.

  The warm skin on her naked arms scorches my chest, sides and back as she circles them around my torso. I push forward until she falls on her back, hovering over her, supporting myself on my arms. Her breaths come in short gasps as she looks at me, wide-eyed.

  “You’re so, so beautiful, Anna.”

  “No, I’m not.”

  “Whatever makes you say that? Did you look in a mirror? You’re fucking fantastic.”

  She shakes her head. “You are, though,” she mumbles.

  I kiss her again, lowering myself until I cover her chest. “Trust me, babe.”

  She whimpers.

  “Let me make love to you.”

  “What do you know about making love,” she whispers, “you, who beat up your women?”

  I raise my head and look at her. “Enough, I’d say. What do you know?”

  She swallows hard. “Nothing.”

  “Then let’s teach each other.”

  “I’m not ready.”

  “Yes, you are.”

  “How do you know?”

  “I’ll make you ready.” I move my hand to her shoulder, caressing my way to her breast. I hover right above it, just barely touching her peaked nipple, then I descend, cupping it. “Trust me.”

  I make my way under her top, sliding over a warm flat belly, finding her naked breasts, squeezing them a little harder.

  “Oh God,” she moans and arches.

  I push up the fabric and capture a nipple in my mouth, licking and sucking it rock hard, then I kiss her again, and God do I have a squirming, needy woman under me. I sink down on her with my whole weight, letting her feel my thick cock pressing against her belly. Her eyes widen and her mouth falls open. She swallows visibly.

  “I told you,” I say.

  “That’s gonna hurt me.”

  “So you’ve accepted your fate?”

  “I didn’t think I had a choice.”

  I laugh and kiss the tip of her nose. “I won’t allow you to get hurt the first time.”

  “And the second time?”

  “You’re already planning a second time, are you?”

  A heavy blush creeps up on her cheeks. “I—”

  “I make no guarantees there won’t be some pain the second time.”

  Anna

  My heart rate doubles at the statement. “I’ll never be like one of those girls.” My voice is ridiculously faint.

  I squeeze my eyes shut and moan when he lowers his head and pays equal attention to both my nipples, his mouth on one, his fingers playing with the other.

  “Let’s get rid of this.”

  He pulls my top over my head and I raise my arms obediently. When did I start letting him boss me around? When did it start feeling so natural? His broad, naked chest, beautiful, toned, with some horrifying scars, is pressed against my now naked breasts. The feeling of him heavy on me both makes me want to flee and pull him even tighter.

  “You were made to submit, babe. I felt it the moment I saw you.” He sits back, his hand sliding along my belly, cradling my hips, stopping at the hem of my shorts. His gaze is intent on mine as he grabs the fabric and begins to pull.

  I put a hand over his, my heart stuttering. “No.”

  Eric grabs my hands and pushes my arms up above my head, circling both my wrists in one of his hands.

  I gasp. “What are you doing?” Squirming, I try to wrench free of his grip. “Let me go. You’re scaring me.”

  “Am I?”

  “Yes!”

  “Am I hurting you?”

  “M... no.” I stop moving.

  He pins me with his gaze. “Relax into it, Anna. Feel whatever it is you’re feeling, and then let it go.”

  The panic almost chokes me as I realize I don’t have my freedom, that he’s really holding me down. He’s straddling my hips and has pinned my arms to the mattress. He’s huge, and I’m like a feather in his hold. Black dots swim before my eyes as I try to get control over my breathing. After a while, I realize he’s been talking to me the whole time.

  “Let it go, hon. Don’t let it rule you. You’re not in control, I am, take comfort in that. Let me take care of you.”

  “My God,” I whisper as I begin to come back to myself. I tremble, but the fluttering in my chest calms.

  “I’ll release your arms, but you’re not allowed to move them. Are we clear?”

  A bolt of heat shoots through me, and I nod. “Yes.”

  “I’ll tell you everything I’m doing. Okay? But you’re not allowed to try to stop me.”

  I widen my eyes as a renewed wave of heat washes over me. “Okay.”

  Eric sits back and smiles, his eyes glittering. In this moment he’s so beautiful my heart clenches.

  “I’ll undress you, Anna. I want to see you naked.”

  Goosebumps erupt all over my body, but I don’t move as he catches both shorts and panties and pulls them past my hips, down along my legs until they’re gone. Cool air chills the naked area between my legs.

  “You’re beautiful,” he says, his voice rough, thick.

  “I’m not. I’m too skinny and bruised. I look terrible.”

  “I’ll gag you if you trash talk yourself again. You’re a bit on the thin side. We’re gonna do something about that. And these—” He puts his mouth on the chafed skin on my knees, one at a time, and kisses them. “—will fade and become memories.”

  “Terrible memories,�
�� I gasp, arching as he moves up along my thigh, kissing every bruise, every little cut.

  “Mmm no, good memories. It’s how we met.”

  “I still hurt.”

  “Of course. I know what I’m doing when I’m on a job.” He moves up past my hips, kissing his way along my stomach, before he catches a nipple in his mouth, squeezing the other breast lightly before he puts a hand over my throat.

  On pure survival instinct, I slam my hands down on his shoulders, trying to push him off me. He pushes my arms back up.

  “Don’t move.”

  “Don’t hurt me!”

  “Do as I say.”

  His voice leaves no room for objection. His hand still lies on my throat. It awakens a slew of memories, none of them pleasant. I stare at him, gasping, my heart thumping.

  “Can you breathe?”

  I nod.

  “Good. Don’t move again.”

  “Or what?”

  “I’ll tie you up.”

  “What?”

  He winks. “Your choice.”

  My chest heaves and my head spins as I regard him.

  “Okay,” I say on an exhale. “I trust you.”

  Chapter 23

  Eric

  My whole world tilts. ‘I trust you.’ I just won the prize of a lifetime.

  “Good.”

  I let my hand slide from her throat, along her chest. Splaying my fingers, I tease her nipples back into hard peaks. Anna bucks and closes her eyes. I hide a grin and move across her smooth belly. I kiss her right hip, her left hip, cupping her pussy with my hand.

  Glancing up at her, seeing her widened eyes, and how she tenses the muscles in her neck, I push the heel of my hand against her clit, reveling in the heat she exudes. Anna gasps, her mouth falling open.

  “I haven’t waxed.”

  “Stop, girl. I don’t care. You do what feels comfortable for you, but I love a woman’s body either way.” Nudging her thighs apart, I put my mouth to her clit, flicking it once with my tongue.

  Anna lets out a little mewl. “I never imagined you like this,” she gasps.

  I circle the little nub that becomes engorged under my tongue. “Imagined me how?”

  “Patient,” she gasps. “Kind.” She cries out as I lick a path along her hot, wet seam.

  “I’m not kind. I’m selfish.”

  “Ho—how?”

  I dip my tongue between her folds, finding her little opening. She’s getting wetter by the second. Putting my finger to her slit, I slide along it, teasing her clit, back down to her enticing entrance.

  “Because I want you.”

  Her only answer is an inarticulate groan as I push a finger inside her tight channel.

  “How are we doing?” I ask, looking up at her.

  Her chest heaves in short gasps, and she has pressed her face against her arm. “Good, I think,” she groans.

  I pull out and add a second finger, pushing deeper. “Good.”

  I’m getting really fucking needy myself. I need to bury my cock in her so bad. Thrusting my fingers in her, slow at first, then picking up the pace, I lower my mouth to her clit again. I don’t have to ask how she’s doing. Her hips buck and the whimpering noises aren’t sounds of fear. She tastes of Heaven, and I’ll probably go to Hell for the thoughts running through my mind, the images of all I want to do to this girl. I’ll go to Hell anyway, so what does it matter? I just want her along for the ride. I want her crying my name as tears stream down her cheeks, as she comes while I impale her on my cock.

  I sit up, my fingers still moving in her. She’s so fucking wet, and as ready as she’ll get.

  “I’m going to take off my pants. I want you to look at me the whole time.”

  She widens her eyes but doesn’t speak. I pull out my fingers and open my belt, unzip and pull off my pants and socks, leaving only my briefs. Her eyes dart to the impressive bulge of my cock, so hard for her.

  I move up to her side and put a knee on the bed next to her. “Touch me, Anna. Lay your hand on my cock.”

  “Is this a trick? Will you tie me up if I move my arms?”

  I laugh. “No. You have my temporary permission.”

  She sticks her tongue out at me and I bend forward in a flash, catching it in my mouth. “Touch me,” I mumble against her lips.

  My eyes nearly roll back as I feel her hand brushing over my erection. Heat shoots through my belly and it takes all my restraint to stand still.

  “It’s hot,” she whispers. She squeezes and lets it go. “You’re… large.”

  “Mm-hmm. Pull down my briefs.”

  Her fingers hover by the waistband, then she crooks them inside and pulls, slowly, little by little, until my cock springs free.

  “Oh my God, Eric.”

  I push the last piece of clothing off me. “Touch it, Anna.”

  She licks her lips and carefully wraps her fingers around the shaft.

  “Do you know how to pleasure a man?”

  She shakes her head. “I don’t think so. I mean, I don’t think I’d be…”

  “We’ll work on that.” I move down, pull a condom out of a pocket in my pants and kneel between her white smooth thighs. “Arms over your head. And trust me.”

  Her chest heaves and she doesn’t let go of my gaze, but I sense no objection.

  With my fingers and mouth, I make her ready for me again. More than ready. When I sheath my length in the condom and put the head of my cock against her opening, she’s whimpering, panting and squirming. I put on a little pressure and her eyes fly open. Her arms dart up and she puts her hands on my chest.

  “No,” she mouths.

  I grab her arms and push them back down. “Who am I?”

  “E—Eric.”

  “Do you think I’m gonna hurt you?”

  A tear slips from her eye, trickling down her cheek, then she shakes her head.

  I lean in and kiss her, holding her arms down with one hand, finding her nipple with the other as I keep up the pressure, pushing in a little further. She gasps and clenches.

  “What are you feeling?”

  “Invaded. Afraid.”

  “Of me?” I rock back a little and push inside just an inch.

  She moans and shakes her head.

  “Then of what, love?” I keep pushing, sliding a little further. Her breathing becomes more erratic, but she doesn’t try to stop me.

  “Of the memories,” she whispers.

  “Good.” My mind spins from feeling her so snugly fit around my cock. I can’t remember ever wanting anyone so much before. “Good. It means you’re getting somewhere. Embrace them and then let them go.” I rock back, move in again, thrusting shallowly.

  “I don’t want to remember.”

  “You need to. You can’t keep it inside you. Cry, scream, let it out, but know I’m me, not him.”

  “I—”

  “Yes?”

  Her eyes are huge, glazed, as she holds my gaze. “I want you to replace them. The memories. Please,” she says with a hoarse voice. The air between us is so thick you could cut it.

  I push a little deeper, filling her, spreading her, needing her more than I need air.

  “Wrap your legs around my waist.”

  As she does, I let go of her arms and cup her ass, squeezing her soft flesh hard as I push the rest of the way.

  “Oh God!” she cries.

  Anna

  He fills me in a way I’ve never experienced before, and still it doesn’t hurt. I’m just utterly and completely full. My ex was average, I guess. The rapist… I have no idea, it did nothing but hurt.

  Eric, though, has made me ready for him, made me tremble with need. I’ve had so many emotions fluttering through me, excitement, fear, longing, arousal, more fear and then a desperate want for him to take me, all of me.

  He leans in and catches my gaze. His normally light eyes nearly black. “Was that a good God? he asks.”

  “Mmm yes!” I moan.

  “So if I move in you, y
ou won’t disapprove?”

  “Oh God, you’re evil! No, I won’t.”

  He pulls back and thrusts forward again. The feeling of him in me, spreading me wide, robs me of my breath. I grip the sheet as I hold his gaze. A wicked expression in his eyes makes my chest clench.

  “You’re mine, Anna.”

  I don’t say anything, rocking on the bed as he moves in me, but my heart jolts.

  “Say it.”

  “I—I’m yours.” As I say it, it’s as if a page has turned inside me. A chapter is over and a new one starts. It should be so wrong. I can’t even fathom the meaning of it all, but it feels so right.

  “Good girl,” he pants.

  As he picks up the pace, I lose myself in the tingling heat in my pussy, in my belly, my chest. My head spins and I can’t get enough. I want this to last forever. I don’t ever want a new day to dawn, because I don’t know how anything can continue from here.

  “Turn around. Get on your knees.”

  He pulls out and I scramble to do as he says. Glancing over my shoulder, I catch his dark, gut-clenching gaze. “You’re not gonna hit me, are you?”

  “No.”

  I exhale with relief and then gasp as he pushes inside, all the way, in one forceful thrust.

  “But I might spank you.”

  I try to throw myself forward, away from him, but he grips my hips.

  “I’m just teasing you.”

  He thrusts in me, faster, harder, and I don’t even remember how to breathe as I moan louder and louder. When his hand finds my clit and he starts caressing, circling, giving it tiny slaps in pace with his thrusting, I think I’m going to die. A pressure builds between my legs, and his pounding combined with his caresses make me unable to sense anything else than him in me and my body’s response. I pant and cry as I tense to the breaking point.

  “I’m coming,” I gasp, and then I come completely undone, exploding in a series of deep convulsions around his thick, mercilessly pumping cock. “God! Please!”

  The smack on my ass doesn’t hurt. The next doesn’t either. The third is a little harder and stings.

  “Hey,” I gasp. “Unfair.”

  He laughs and grips my hips harder, groaning out loud, the sound so primal it sends goosebumps racing across my skin. After a few last thrusts he stops, fully buried in me and I feel him twitch as he comes.